Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 13, 2013 22:28:49 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 13, 2013 22:28:49 GMT -8
Piteos silver eyes were looking only at his HUD, hoping that the man would restate his name to him. When he did the small window that registered audio showed that it had captured the man's voice as well as the full details regarding him. The man had fully re-announced himself, including clan name and current group. Piteos looked to the ground shortly afterwords, and shakes his head. "Sorry, I forgot that you had told me before." His eyes blinking a few times to have the data sent back to his HRD droid and daughter Pasca. She would run the name through her databanks, as well as the voice file and see if she could pull up any information regarding the man.
Piteos didn't trust him, not because of how the man was untouchable through means of the Force. No, Piteos didn't trust him, because his motives could be running parallel with his own. What use could this Mandalorian have with the Jedi and Adieumus, and would he cause Piteos any trouble in collecting the credits owed to him from Adieumus. His t-visor turns back up to him, his silver eyes watching the HUD making sure that it was still rolling.
"Also I had asked you something earlier, and we had an agreement as to what the cost of the Sith Magic I worked for you." It was as if his words themselves had been cut from ice. "The information could lead to a good deal of monetary gain, and if it works out from what you tell me. I would be happy to cut you a share." His tone was sincere in the fact that he would give him a cut of any bounty retrieved from the information that he was asking the Mandalorian for.
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Oct 14, 2013 4:58:58 GMT -8
Post by Miras on Oct 14, 2013 4:58:58 GMT -8
Miras' fingers curled into fists as that obnoxious grin spread across Adi's face, then slowly relaxed. It wasn't worth getting angry again, and even if he thought otherwise, it was doubtful he could manage it. Drained from the fear and rage that had threatened to tear him apart only moments before as well as from the fight itself, the Corellian just wanted to get off the force forsaken planet and forget it existed. Rolling his neck and grimacing as it emitted as series of loud pops, he turned on his heel and started walking back the way he had came.
"Whatever." His voice drifted up into the cool night air before dispersing, heavily laden with the sardonic tone that was quickly becoming the youth's trademark. As much as he wanted to smash the man's face in for putting him through that, Miras could see his point about them being at war. If it meant his training was on the fast track, he'd live with it; he wouldn't forgive him, though. "Find me when it's time to depart, Master."
He only walked to the end of the block before rounding the corner and collapsing against the side of the building, falling heavily to a sitting position. Dragging a pack of cigarettes from one pocket and a lighter from the other, Miras lit up and put his head back. Blowing a cloud of smoke into the air, he watched it slowly drift up and disperse before giving a long, low sigh of relief.
'Too bad I don't have any booze,' he mourned. 'I need to start carrying a flask like that Mike fellow. He's got the right idea.'
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Oct 14, 2013 9:18:29 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 14, 2013 9:18:29 GMT -8
Piteos silver eyes were looking only at his HUD, hoping that the man would restate his name to him. When he did the small window that registered audio showed that it had captured the man's voice as well as the full details regarding him. The man had fully re-announced himself, including clan name and current group. Piteos looked to the ground shortly afterwords, and shakes his head. "Sorry, I forgot that you had told me before." His eyes blinking a few times to have the data sent back to his HRD droid and daughter Pasca. She would run the name through her databanks, as well as the voice file and see if she could pull up any information regarding the man.Piteos didn't trust him, not because of how the man was untouchable through means of the Force. No, Piteos didn't trust him, because his motives could be running parallel with his own. What use could this Mandalorian have with the Jedi and Adieumus, and would he cause Piteos any trouble in collecting the credits owed to him from Adieumus. His t-visor turns back up to him, his silver eyes watching the HUD making sure that it was still rolling."Also I had asked you something earlier, and we had an agreement as to what the cost of the Sith Magic I worked for you." It was as if his words themselves had been cut from ice. "The information could lead to a good deal of monetary gain, and if it works out from what you tell me. I would be happy to cut you a share." His tone was sincere in the fact that he would give him a cut of any bounty retrieved from the information that he was asking the Mandalorian for.
"If you want information on me, you won't anything else on me other than what I told you. Besides working for the Bloodrage Pirates. We did some nasty things on Ryloth and Algara II. The Exchange information your looking for won't be listed under anything beyond that. Even as a freelance Bounty hunter, they keep things discreet. I always meet through liaisons and other agents, and it's never the same agent twice."
*Dred couldn't see it, but he knew that Piteos was feeling him out. He needed an extra pair of hands to get to Darma. Onlye the Exchange was gutsy enough to put a bounty on a Vice Chancellor..*
"If you're looking to get in on the ground floor with the Exchange, there is a Bounty on Vice Chancellor Darma I've been meaning to collect on. He's also put a Bounty on Exchange members. You could keep the money from the Vice Chancellor while I cash in on the Exchange Bounty and we split them 50/50. After the Holy war has ended of course. Sound like a plan?" |
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Oct 14, 2013 11:11:43 GMT -8
Post by Synth - (Wraith Ordo-Duhb) on Oct 14, 2013 11:11:43 GMT -8
"Yes I drink but not often..." She had said after walking with him as he had stopped and picked up the rest of his armor. Noticing the tech because it looked different then hers she mentioned this as they stood outside the bar.
"You know if you let me take a look at that one of these days, I could fix it for you."
She nodded at him, she figured he would have known that she had some technological experience considering her tech. There was much more that she wasn't leading onto of her knowledge of certain things she had knowledge of.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 14, 2013 11:53:26 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 14, 2013 11:53:26 GMT -8
With out turning to look at his apprentice his cold voice lofted out from underneath his buy'ce. "I would not be concerned with my tech. It is a fix I have to deal with on occasion." He looked down at his gauntlet, the gauntlet he had crafted and installed the datapad into. It would be something he could do to meditate later on his thoughts. This trip to Bimmasaari had answered as my questions as it had created.
"I am not too concerned about you ner'vod. I see you, right where you are. I am concerned about this Senator Darma that you mentioned. It would be something fun for me to do while Adieumus does what ever it is he does in his spare time." His silver eyes narrowed slightly, he was going to figure out this man. Why did an abomination in the Force want to portray itself as a Sith? And where exactly where all the Sith? He would be leaving to a place where he could do some research regarding these matters. He had not expected anything like this coming here, he was hoping maybe to get information from a few thieves or such regarding happenings in the universe. "I am guessing we will be heading off to complete our separate tasks soon."
"Have a few rounds while we wait for the Jedi, and figure out what happens next?" With a nod back towards the door of the bar he speaks again.
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Oct 14, 2013 16:49:58 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 14, 2013 16:49:58 GMT -8
Well, Miras was still more than a little upset. Perhaps it was to be expected. He would let the young man calm down, and he would have a chat with him about the attitude. For now, Adi just pressed a few buttons, and transferred some credits to Piteos' account for not taking the kid's head off.
It was well worth it.
Turning back toward the spaceport, Adi took a slow, leisurely pace, thankful for the quiet alone time in a place where no one knew him. He pulled his hood up, and moved into the crowd on the main street. Milling with them, Matango was able to just observe, look at things more calmly, rationally. There was a very long road ahead of them all, and while Miras was pissed off about the training methods Adieumus employed, he would come to appreciate them in time.
He just hoped that Miras would see it before he became disenchanted with them.
Matango passed the bar near the spaceport where he had initially met up with Dred, and looked inside. Piteos wasn't in view, but he was most certainly in there...along with anther force user that the Jedi didn't recognize. Perhaps it was best just to pass on by, and go talk to Monte.
Yea, that was exactly what was best for now. Turning from the window, Adi made for the spaceport.
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Oct 14, 2013 17:56:29 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 17:56:29 GMT -8
The ramp was down, and the Main area was spent as a mobile workshop as opposed to the war room that should be used for. and the special subject of the instruments, was Puck. The dreams were closing a gap with reality, there were overlaps beginning to occur. and i needed to plan for every variable if i would do what i planned should the worst be coming down the pipe.
Today i was measuring the energy decay of Puck's spirit in the artificial vessel that was the dragon body. the energy batteries were strong enough to hold containment... but now that i realized that Puck going into sleep mode was costing a small decay on the Aura reserves that i passed off as the Gem that was in the ring, and I still didn't understand all the technology related to puck... I had a steep learning curve ahead of me.
But for the moment I sensed the familiar aura of Adieumus approaching so i walked down the ramp and bowed more formally than usual
"Greetings Master Matango. how goes the meeting? should i be worried at who we are bringing into our little Experiment lab?"
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Oct 14, 2013 18:20:59 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 14, 2013 18:20:59 GMT -8
*Piteos requests Dred stay for a few rounds. This is an offer that Dred is inclined to agree with for the time being. He would Check in with the Mandalorians soon enough. For now he would stick around for a few pitchers of black ale. Dred was sure Piteos had more questions.*
"A few rounds sounds agreeable to me. I'm sure you're dying to know my involvement with the Exchange or how rather, and why I wanted corrupted armor in the first place. Lead the way."
*Dred always got fearful looks but thie armor was really making people edgy. People walked by himwith a fast pace before. Now they practically sprint. It makes him smile.*
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Oct 14, 2013 22:26:08 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 14, 2013 22:26:08 GMT -8
Diamonte walked down the ramp, and Adi smiled. The man had been busy since he had arrived apparently. The man seemed to -always- be tinkering with something or other....Matango was still trying to figure out when the guy slept.....
...Maybe he didn't, who knows?
"Diamonte, good to see you. Thank you for coming along...it's nice to know I have backup should I need it. Now, to business..." Matango pulled out a datapad, and pressed a few keys. Handing it over to Monte, Adi grinned. "I need this trace uploaded into your systems. Should something happen to me, you have the same information as I do. You can then pass it on to whoever you feel it would be best given to.
ONLY in case of my demise."
Truthfully, it was a trace that had been placed on the small thumb drive, in order to keep tabs on FrankenMando. Not that Adi didn't trust him...but he trusted no one really outside of his own personal circle. Once plugged into a computer to get a readout, Adi would at least have a location to anywhere the drive was used. It wasn't about trust though, it was about contacting Dred when the time came to do so without something as spectacular as blowing up a mining facility. If Adieumus were to meet an untimely end, this link would not be lost.
It was simple contingency planning...nothing more. Opening his comlink, he sent a message to both Piteos and Miras that it was time to go. They could head back to Carida once everyone made it back to the spaceport.
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 15, 2013 6:48:37 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 15, 2013 6:48:37 GMT -8
"Of course." Piteos said before turning to enter the bar, his silver eyes flitting about the room rapidly as he scanned the faces all the while making his way to a shaded booth where he could sit and keep a watchful eye on the door. He sat down and promptly ordered a few pints for those following him. He blinked twice to open up his comlink and speak to Adieumus.
Where exactly are we heading, because I am not docked at the Spaceport and won't be seeing you off either.
He had no plans to make his way back into the busy spaceport and deal with all their checks and have to just turn around moments later. Once the others had sat to join him Piteos would speak to Dred, he was curious but not all that curious about the armour. That was not what piqued his interests regarding him, he had some form of surgery, and that was what Piteos wanted to know about as well as the information regarding The Exchange. "What is your medical history ner'vod Dred?" His voice sounding as innocent as it possible with it's cold river of ice that flowed through the core of them.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 10:25:49 GMT -8
"So.... You feel it too..."
That was the only words I said before taking the drive and looking through the coding for a general gleam. Closed link communication to dred vizsla... Basic data information on Carida operations... But hidden behind the file directory was a latent trace virus. When the data was displayed the bug would hack into locational software and transmit coordinates of the computer to whomever had the home pad for the bug.
Nodding for a moment, I hit keys compressing the file into a package and uploading it to starnet. The virus would only activate if readout was accessed, not if it was a box in storage.
Turning my head back to adi a weary expression hung on my face, but with a shake a superfluous grin took its place. "So, master... Are we even planning a stop to corellia? or is it back to the base?"
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Oct 15, 2013 10:52:01 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 15, 2013 10:52:01 GMT -8
*Dred smiles big revealing his canines when Piteos asks about his medical history. It was clear that Dred's unnatural state caused curiosity and/or concern. Why should he be concerned. Dred had undergone serious transformations. Especially to become immune.*
"Sensed something....unnatural about me did you? It's a pretty long story. It all begins with a disgraced geneticist and micro-biologist by the name of Dr. Kevorkian Or'dinii and his idea of nega-chlorians."
*Dred could tell he had a captive audience.*
"I'm sure you've heard of Maxi-chlorians?"
*He shifts a little in his seat, as his pitcher of black ale comes to the table.*
"Well, nega-chlorians are just the opposite, instead of increasing the Force, they negate it. Dr. Or'dinii came up with a retro-virus type penicillin to target midi-chlorians. Successfully I might add. All he needed was a willing subject and some added help from other scientific types to help culminate this idea to make someone negate and be immune to the Force. I volunteered, especially after he was disgraced, and continued to fund his research. Once completed he took my blood, my bone-marrow and some spinal fluid and introduced the retro-virus to it. It wiped out a majority of the midi-chlorians but those ones that weren't were exactly that. Immune. They were then cloned. Along with a version of my heart with the immunity's already in it and open heart surgery was performed. Then the retro-virus was introduced into my system along with the immune Bone-marrow and the cloned immune blood. Once that was done, serums to boost immune reactions, speed and stamina were added to aid this, along with Vornskr growth hormones. It wasn't all sunshine and flowers. I died 5 times on that table, but I had the expertise of Dr.Forteo Levemir to resuscitate me back to the world of the living. After a few weeks, the results were clear. But that wasn't the end of it. A former ally of Arkan's left an Embrace of pain behind. To deaden all pain, I was strapped into this thing for an entire month. All this said, I endured quite a lot to become what I am now. The legacy of a dead man. Dr. Or'dinii died shortly after he knew I was a success."
*Dred takes a large gulp of his black ale.*
"Does that answer your question about my medical history, ner'tat?"
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Zenchou Piteos
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Oct 15, 2013 11:16:07 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 15, 2013 11:16:07 GMT -8
"Sorry for the rude question." Piteos says shaking his head. "I should have been more specific, what is your blood type? What was being dead like for you?"
His silver eyes narrowed from behind his T-visor, and he waited for the barkeep to bring his ale to the table. He nods to the man once more, after he had taken a gulp of his black ale to get a picture of Dred's face. He finally removes his own buy'ce and clips it onto his right shoulder, and lifts the pint of peach ale up and taking a deep swill from it. Wiping a dribble away with the back of his right hand he leans back letting out a sigh. "You know where we are supposed to even meet up with Adieumus?"
It wasn't that Piteos wanted to leave his ale, but he did at least want to know what the plan was. He furrowed his brows while looking into the pitcher of ale in front of him. Lifting the mug back up he takes another quick swig from it. Looking to his apprentice, and asked her a simple question. "What have you trained in?" He would need to know just where to start with this individual and what would be the best way to mould her into a worthy Acolyte of his.
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Oct 15, 2013 13:38:55 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 15, 2013 13:38:55 GMT -8
*Dred looks at Piteos and nods. So that's what he meant by medical history, not actual history of what happened medically. Easy mistake on Dred's behalf, not that Piteos was being vague.*
"My blood type is AB- and it was actually quite peaceful rejoining Manda. Until that I was ripped back into the land of the living. As for being contacted, Adi said he contact me, as for where he is going, he's going back to Carida. He has to prepare his people for an attack."
*Dred sits back and finishes his pitcher as Piteos talks to his new apprentice.*
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Oct 15, 2013 13:40:31 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 15, 2013 13:40:31 GMT -8
It was true, Adi had seen a few different scenarios in his dreams....most of which ended with the war being over, but also with his death at the hands of one treacherous Mando or another. He had no disillusion that it might end up that way. Dia had picked up on it too, apparently.
"Indeed. And we are heading back to Carida. I've already sent a warning message to the Corellians about the Mandalorians, and they are properly aware. Besides that, I thought I was meeting my contact there, and not here.
To answer your earlier question, yes, we have picked up yet another pathetic life form to accompany us to Carida. Just don't freak out about it, though....Piteos isn't exactly a Jedi."
As if on cue, Piteos sent a message back telling that his ship wasn't at the spaceport. Replying with the co-ordinates on Carida, Adi closed the comlink cover.
"He has his own transportation though. As soon as Miras gets back, we head home."
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Oct 15, 2013 13:56:46 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 15, 2013 13:56:46 GMT -8
A small beep could be heard from the buy'ce clipped onto Piteos shoulder. With a annoyed glance he looks down at it, almost forgetting that he had clipped it there, and picks back up his pint and takes a small sip from it. "I was kidding...but at least if you end up needing a transfusion we know to get AB-." He said with a slight laugh, he downs the rest of his pint and signals for another to be brought to him.
"So, why vornskr?" Piteos says, while looking about the entrance door as a small group of people came in seemingly just after work. Regular people, nothing to worry about, is the conclusion Piteos came to about them. Briefly through the Force he had looked at their thoughts and emotions, much relief and a sense of victory could be seen in them. Thoughts of work fights, what they had eaten during break floated about their surface thoughts. Nothing worth wasting Piteos' effort on seeing deeper into. His silver eyes snapped back to Dred. "What exactly is the Death Watch, ner vod?"
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Oct 15, 2013 14:53:27 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2013 14:53:27 GMT -8
My grin faded as i heard the words come from Adi's mouth. "Not exactly a jedi" i was fuming enough that myself as a quiet peace keeper was dragged into to be a tactician or a calculator of death. even if the Deaths were only to prevent deaths on our side. shaking my head i muttered
"The Bard was right, War makes for the Strangest of Bedfellows"
Turning 180 on my heel, i felt the satisfying ego pat of my robe flowing behind me taking a few steps up I spoke to Adi in a way that could be seen as condescending for someone that didn't know my stance on making sure my own tech was at 100% before anything
"if we are heading out, I need to run some stress tests on Delicia, She is prototype after all...I can cut short If your apprentice shows up quickly... but if i finish my diagnostics first, I will depart ahead of the troop. Puck should be entering sleep mode shortly, and i only have one charge battery left in my current possession"
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Oct 15, 2013 16:43:37 GMT -8
Post by Adi on Oct 15, 2013 16:43:37 GMT -8
Adieiumus nodded, and let Monte go about his business. Moving to his own ship, Adi hopped in, and flipped a few switches. Opening the long-range comlink, he broadcast the message to Corellia again, letting them know that the Mandalorians were coming. He also sent a quick message to Icey as well, just letting her know he was still alive, safe, and very much in love with her.
He hadn't sent any messages to her since he ha left for Coruscant over a month ago.....she was probably wondering what was going on with her husband.
Finishing up with his messages, Adi laid back, and closed his eyes for a few minutes....Whills knew he needed a little sleep.
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Oct 15, 2013 18:22:44 GMT -8
Post by Dred Vizsla on Oct 15, 2013 18:22:44 GMT -8
A small beep could be heard from the buy'ce clipped onto Piteos shoulder. With a annoyed glance he looks down at it, almost forgetting that he had clipped it there, and picks back up his pint and takes a small sip from it. "I was kidding...but at least if you end up needing a transfusion we know to get AB-." He said with a slight laugh, he downs the rest of his pint and signals for another to be brought to him."So, why vornskr?" Piteos says, while looking about the entrance door as a small group of people came in seemingly just after work. Regular people, nothing to worry about, is the conclusion Piteos came to about them. Briefly through the Force he had looked at their thoughts and emotions, much relief and a sense of victory could be seen in them. Thoughts of work fights, what they had eaten during break floated about their surface thoughts. Nothing worth wasting Piteos' effort on seeing deeper into. His silver eyes snapped back to Dred. "What exactly is the Death Watch, ner vod?"
"The Vornskr is fierce and relentless and it ferocity is matched only by it's relentless rage. When it sets it's mind to battle, nothing short of death is going to stop it."
*Dred takes a moment to start his new answer. Clearly Piteos had lived under a rock.*
"Kry'tsad is the more war-like and battle oriented group of all the clans. While the True Mandalorians were content with living in peace, Death Watch defied them. We didn't think they were living by the six tenets, so we showed them to want peace was anathema to the life of a warrior. Until that is Intalbo decided to wage his Holy War. We fought to fight. Not exterminate. The honor of a glorious death is denied if someone can't meet his adversary in open battle, instead of executing those whom have never had the chance to become strong and reach their full potential. Death Watch may be War Criminals and Pirates, but we at least will meet you face to face and let you see it coming."
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Oct 15, 2013 19:02:28 GMT -8
Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 15, 2013 19:02:28 GMT -8
Piteos nods, and his silver gaze never leaves that of the man he was talking with. He had obviously had past dealings with the Death Watch in the past, perhaps while Cassus was Manda'lor, or Plu, or Kylarn. Piteos had served as one of the chief informants for the Mandalorians since he had left the planet to go represent the planet in Senate. Piteos listened to the man, while his buy'ce recorded what was being said. Most of it was useless information, or information that was commonly known. But it could become useful, and it could be used to plug pieces into place.
"I recall Death Watch, from years ago. Wasn't aware that it was still around." Piteos said as he brought the mug up to his lips and took a gulp of the peach flavoured ale before returning the nearly drained pint to the table. "How did you manage to get mixed in with these Jedi?"
That was a particularly puzzling thing to him, he knew Adieumus fairly well and he was the sort that typically didn't go for help, and when he did it was almost always from an outside source it seems. What ever this Jedi was planning Piteos was unsure of his true intentions in involving the Sith. All of this could merely be an elaborate set up for the Mandalorians and Jedi to cut Piteos out of temporary existence. His silver eyes relaxed slightly at this time, it had been much time since he had been in the afterlife, a place he wasn't particularly fond of.
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